This scene feels like a painting from the Buddhist Leiyin Temple.
But what's above isn't a host of gods; they remain lofty simply because they dare not descend.
As Li Zhiyuan stepped across the threshold, the mist above swiftly rose, forming layers upon layers of clouds.
However, this time, Li Zhiyuan's target wasn't them.
Just as he stepped out, he turned around and looked at the curse force huddled in the wall crevice.
It had a head and four limbs, thin and small, resembling a one-eyed monkey.
At the moment, it was trembling, no longer as excited as before.
It originally thought it found its group, but upon entering, realized that the people in the group lived even more miserably.
Li Zhiyuan approached it, his gaze slightly focused.
The one-eyed thin monkey immediately kowtowed, starting to bow repeatedly.
Li Zhiyuan squatted down, reached out to grab its small head, and made it lift its gaze.
